From the Annals of a Scatterbrain

I’m horrible at critiquing other people’s writing, so I just did a totally half-assed job of it.  L’Owen’s going to bite my head off in class tomorrow.

I did a—well, not even a half-assed essay for my history class last night.  I guess I just don’t feel much like doing homework these days.  I blame it all on work.

I can’t really remember what I dreamed last night—something about sewing this really cute skirt “by hand”—meaning, with nothing, not even a needle.  So…magic, then.  And I did something else the same way.  Then I woke up with “I’ve Got No Strings On Me” stuck in my head.  I know it was somehow related to the dream, but I can’t remember in what way.

Wal-Mart refuses to sell black jeans that I like, and I wore out the pair I got from them when they were cool.  I’ve got to go to the mall to find more.  They will be expensive, because Wal-Mart’s the only one with decently-priced jeans.

I’ve been so busy half-assing my way through homework I haven’t seen the new Once Upon A Time yet, so I have no idea if it’s good or not.

Sorry for my scatterbraininess tonight; I feel sort of unfocused after my homework.

Last night we had that weird chicken cordon-bleu again—the kind that’s just fried chicken with a slice of ham and melted cheese on top.  Everyone always stares at it like, “What the bloody hell is that?”  As I said to Sandra, it’s like how Superman wears his underwear on the outside—it’s backwards.  I’m going to start calling it Superman cordon-bleu.

Then we ran out of fried chicken, so Bob started bringing out this skinless stuff, and I said, “And look, now Superman is naked.”  Sandra could not stop laughing for a very long time.

Bedtime.

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A Lost Dream

I’ve been binging Lost recently, and last night I had a weirrrd Lost dream.  It was just me watching an episode of the show that I had missed but had heard about, and so I already knew everything that was going to happen—except, of course, since none of it really had happened, I didn’t know until afterward and then I was like, “Yep, that’s the way I remember hearing about it.”  So I essentially made up an episode.

I can’t remember every bit of it, unfortunately, but I think I’ve got the main things.  I always feel like there’s more to something than I can see once I’m awake, and that it’s really powerful stuff, but I believe the reason I can’t remember it after waking is that it’s so illogical the conscious human mind literally cannot comprehend it, and therefore it is forced into the Land of Forgotten Dreams and Memories.  That’s why dreams usually feel more intense and fascinating to us when we’re actually asleep.  Usually.

Anyway.  What I do remember.

Michael is chasing Sun, who is either very upset about something or is just acting very strangely….  She’s running over the island, and he’s calling her name, and all you can see is her back….

And then, slowly but definitely, the whole image sort of becomes…shimmery…and changes.  Suddenly, the two of them are running through rolling green hills, speckled with tiny white wildflowers and a few leaves.  Autumn is approaching, I guess, and it’s really windy and sort of grey-greenish like it’s about to storm.  In the far distance, to the right, you can see power lines, and you know, somehow, that there is a city in the distance.  Michael stops for a moment, taking in this sudden weird change, and says, “Whoa…we’re in New York.”

It’s weird because you simultaneously kind of know that there’s a city out there (not necessarily NYC—it really doesn’t even look like the right state, but okay), but then you also sort of feel that if Michael were to run in that direction, that he might fall off the edge of the world into some black abyss.  There was a definite dreamlike quality to this…uh…dream.  But it totally played on how I firmly believe the island’s in another dimension.  Anyway, so he turns around, and there’s, like, woods behind him, as though he had just run out of them, and he has this total, “OMGWTF!?” look on his face, but shakes it off and keeps running after Sun, shouting her name again when she suddenly collapses on her back at the top of a hill.

He reaches the top of the hill and bends over her, when he notices all of these people coming from the opposite direction—the Others.

A few of them bend over Sun, and Michael’s like, “Who are you?  What are you doing; can you help her!?” and they started taking out…sewing needles.  And one of them, much to Michael’s protests and attempts to fight, sticks it right into her chest and pulls out this long rainbowy thread, and he’s like, “WTF!?  What IS that!?” and one says, “Fiber.”  And they converse amongst themselves, some muttering, mostly in another language, and the one who spoke says again, “Moral fiber.”  And then a couple of them tackle Michael, who is in complete shock/horror, throw him to the ground, and do the same thing to him, and then they entwine the “moral fibers” of Michael and Sun, and somehow…thread it all back into Sun…?  They said something about “baby” and I thought, “Ohhh shit.”

But then…Sun was dead?  And Michael ran back into the woods, hoping to get back to the island, and I’m inwardly screaming, “RUN TO THE CITY!  NO, DON’T RUN TO THE CITY!  OH, I DON’T KNOW, WHATEVER YOU DO WILL PROBABLY KILL YOU IN THE END ANYWAY!”

He runs into the woods and stops, looking behind him on the hilltop, where Sun is still lying and the Others have gone.

Kate is wandering by herself on the island, when she discovers this tall gate, looks like it’s been there a long time.  She’s staring through—there appears to be nothing on the other side of it—when this soft, feminine voice speaks up from the other side.

“Yes, dearie, you’re supposed to be over here,” it says.  “You’re supposed to rule; you’re a princess.  That’s why you’re on this island, don’t you know?”

And suddenly you can see her—she’s half-cartoon, half-real, sort of fading between cartoon and real life, and there’s a castle behind her, some distance away, that looks very similar.  She has dark blue hair, and is wearing a long, ice-blue dress with a white fur robe around it—white fur, with like, silvery-blue tinsel interspersed among the fur, and there’s a path to this faerie-tale castle, which is kinda blue, and suddenly there are trees, and they’re blue…I’m getting a specific song stuck in my head right now, but I won’t go there.  She wants Kate to follow her.  I don’t trust her at all, but I’m really curious to see where they go, anyway.  “All you have to do is open the gate,” she says to Kate.

Flashback.  Kate’s mother (I guess?) tells her, in a motherly voice, that she is a princess.  Kate is really little here.  “But, Princess Kate, always remember—don’t talk to strangers, and never go with them, no matter how harmless they may seem, because it doesn’t mean they’re not dangerous.”

Present.  (That was a really short flashback.)  Kate is staring at this girl, and then she pushes open the gate.

Everybody else.  It seems we have some new characters—Mark Twain, Edgar Allen Poe, and George Orwell.  They’re all sort of cartoony, too, but nobody appears to notice, and it seems they’ve been on for a couple of episodes, because nobody looks at them like they’re new, either.  They really look Yellow Submarineish, especially Poe—he’s a giant bust, who stands feet above everybody else, but…on his shoulders.  He doesn’t exist below the shoulders.  Just a giant head, neck, and shoulders, who sorta slides around on the ground.

Locke has “documents” that supposedly explain exactly why they’re all on the island, and what they’re supposed to do about it.  I’m not sure where he got them.  But only about half of them will listen to him.

Suddenly, Michael comes running in yelling, “HELP!   SUN! DEAD!  OTHERS!” and Jin looks up, apparently having understood the words, “Sun” and “dead”, and everybody looks up, actually, like, “…Huh?”

Kate has followed this faerie princess into the castle, and they’re sitting at a long table, eating stuff, and the faerie princess is fawning all over her, putting blue flowers in her hair and hands, and she’s draped this big blue shawl thing over her shoulders, and wants Kate to tell everyone about her when she has returned to the island, and how Kate is to be the next ruler, after her.

It is impossible to tell what Kate is feeling through all of this, whether she trusts the girl or doesn’t.

Michael tries to take a few people back to Sun’s body, and the world changes again, and Jin, Hurley, Locke, and Sayid, who were all following him, all do the staring around like, “Whoa” thing.  And they see Sun, still lying there on the ground, and Jin cries over her.  Hurley says something inappropriately hilarious which I so wish I could remember now, but…I don’t.  I just remember laughing.  Sayid is staring out in the distance, where there are power lines, and Jin finally looks up and tries to say something in Korean that nobody understands, and he glances down at Sun again, and…she’s gone.  She’s vaporized, right out of his hands.

Kate is leaving the castle, as the faerie princess watches her closely.  As she walks, some of the blue flowers fall from her, and each one that falls on the floor melts into this blue puddle thing, and the faerie princess sort of looks melty, too, and then completely melts into the floor and materializes over each spot where a flower dropped.  At this point, I begin to wonder if she’s an evil witch wishing to take over the island, who couldn’t go past the gate by herself, which is what she is using Kate for—Kate drops flowers, and, god forbid, that shawl on the other side of the gate, and suddenly she’s unleashed the Blue Death.

And Kate’s running, out of the castle, down that path, and flowers are dropping everywhere, and the princess keeps melting and re-materializing on every new dropped flower, and Kate reaches the gate, and the princess is pissed by now and not at all lovely, if she ever really was, and she’s screaming at Kate, and Kate shakes off all the blue flowers and kicks them aside, really enraging her, and is about to run through the gate, when she remembers the shawl, and she pulls it off and throws it behind her, and then she runs through the gate and slams it, and then keeps on running, back to the island, where….

…I guess the Others have arrived.  Real people and cartoon characters are in heated battle with them.  Edgar Allen Poe glides forth, looking furious, and shouting, “CHAAAAARRRRRRRRGE!”  (I know where this comes from—I watched Arsenic and Old Lace right before bed.)  And for some reason, there’s a river right in the middle of everything, and nobody really notices as this box floats up, except Michael, Kate, and Jin, who all turn and look into it, and there’s…a baby.  A Korean baby.  …OMGWTF!?  Jin races for the box and scoops the baby up into his arms, which draws the attention of certain others, and I distinctly remember all the authors speaking in their various accents, just not what they were saying, and the battle still continues, and there’s Claire, and she says, “There are going to be two babies on this island?” and everybody’s sort of horrified but still fighting….

Michael is trying to explain to a few assembled that they’re in a freaking other universe or something, but there’s a connection to the real world, and they need to try and get back that way, all of them.  Locke is clutching his precious documents and saying they all need to figure out what their purpose on the island is, first, and begins distributing them, and Michael is like, “Man, aren’t you listening to what I’m saying!?”  Locke steps forth, very slowly, a ferocious glare in his eyes, and I think he’s going to spit on the ground to show his contempt for Michael’s ideas, but he leans over and…vomits.  Twice.  And I’m like, “…O…kay…and that’s what Locke has to say about that.”

And…was that the end?  I think it was, or at least very close to it.

What a messed-up dream….

I Have No Idea

I had this freaky nightmare last night in which I was stuck in a huge maze with monsters.  It was nothing like Mazes and Monsters.  (There was no Jay-Jay.  With a wink to Cortney, who is the only one who will get that.)  It wasn’t really even like Labyrinth.  Maybe a bit like Goblet of Fire, but overall, really, it wasn’t like anything.

It was indoors, first of all, in this HUGE building, obviously, because the walls were really super-high.  The dividers between the rooms, I mean.  That’s what it was, a bunch of rooms, and you could see over the walls, but they were way too high to climb—way too high.  (Again—I suck at measurements and distances and such—I have no idea how to describe it.)  Okay…standing up straight, the walls were way taller than the highest part of our vaulted ceiling.  But even so, you could see that there were openings at the top, because the walls didn’t reach all the way to the ceiling.

Basically, we’re wandering through this labyrinth, and I think it’s just Katie and me, although I’m not really sure—it seems like Cortney or Nicole may have been there, too, and I really think Milo was probably around somewhere, but the one I remember distinctly (probably because she’s the last one I saw before I woke up) is Katie.

It felt very…Halloween-ish, and kinda Indiana Jones-ish, because I think we were in a freaking tomb or something.  Probably in Egypt.  (Maybe Greece, that might even make more sense.)

So we’re going through.  And we know there are monsters and crap in there.  Sporadically placed all throughout.  And we have to destroy them and such.  And the whole maze is just the giant, spacious rooms, with various doors leading all over, and narrow hallways, but all with the super-high ceilings, and we have no idea what’s through any doorway.  Then there was this huge scary giant thing that I think I threw over one of the walls…I got rid of him somehow.  And Katie, who had been separated from me somehow and was just over in the next room, yelled, “HOLY SHIT!  WAS THAT YOU!?”

So then we met up, and I was starting to think that maybe it all had somewhat of a Star Wars feel, and we were just laughing at nothing, because that’s what we do, when Katie’s expression completely contorted to one of horror as she looked at something behind me, and then something, whatever the hell it was, grabbed me and was carrying me away!

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So Many Dreams!

I’ve been too busy with school stuff over the past few days to spare a moment for updating, but I’ve actually been dreaming just about every night.  Really bizarre stuff, too, although for the most part, I haven’t been able to salvage much from my memory by way of plotlines.  Just details that I know are related somehow, and I can’t remember how to put them together….  Forgive the long and abstract stream-of-consciousness rant.  You don’t have to read it.

First one.  We’re at a birthday party at Cortney’s house–Cortney’s mom’s house, I should say–but it doesn’t really look anything like her house.  For one thing, there’s a basement.  And Cortney, Nicole, Drew, Lily, Booboo, and I (maybe Cort’s mom, too) all get locked inside this basement which is flooding–slowly but surely–by–get this–an evil magician.  And suddenly Lily curls up and she’s dying, like, the life is actually going out of her, I don’t know how we can tell she’s not just tired, but she’s dying.  But it ends up not really being Lily at all, and just some illusion that the magician has conjured.  The real Lily’s outside somewhere trying to figure out the best way to attack the magician.  The whole basement scene feels sort of like War of the Worlds…which, I’ve only just realized, is really weird considering this other dream I had a few nights later….

In case Cortney reads this, I probably shouldn’t mention (but I will) that for some reason, there were clowns at this birthday party.  Probably with everyone talking about It recently.

Next night.  I’m with a tour somewhere, and I actually know a few random people who are there.  I’m not even sure where we are, but I think it’s in the States somewhere, and there’s this Chinese guy with a…farm?  Well, a lot of property.  Basically the size of a national park.  And there are rattlesnakes.  And muddy water with rapids.  And hills and trees and–it’s very spacious.

Do rattlesnakes swim?  They did in my dream.  They were everywhere in my dream.  And I know that at one point, I actually said the line, “Snakes…why did it have to be…snakes?”  I’m not sure if I recognized the line when I said it–I think I was just saying it because I was really freaked out by it all, haha.

But you think rattlesnakes are the worst part?  Oh, no.  There are fucking plesiosaurs swimming around in the water, too.  Full-grown (I assume–they were really big) Nessies.  And they were vicious, too!  Actually, the whole thing had the feel of sort of a Michael Crichton novel.  Like Sphere.  It was kind of freaky.  Like the first one, there was a much larger and more intricate plot involved, I know, but I can’t remember it.  I remember somehow falling in the water, and something about SpongeBob, and almost drowning and almost eaten by a plesiosaur.  And climbing this really huge hill to see…more rattlesnakes.  And I feel like there was a teacher along with us, too.

So the next night I dream again.  This time I’m going to Atlanta, I guess for Thanksgiving, or something, and my boyfriend’s going to come along.  My boyfriend is Tom Hanks.  Tom from like, 25 years ago.

And there are other SNL cast members there, too, and every one of them is dating one of my friends, but I can’t really remember who everybody was.  I remember Tom.  Haha.  Cortney and Nicole, you were probably there, and most likely Kristen was with Will Ferrell, but all I remember is Tom, and a bunch of other people around us.

We didn’t go to Atlanta.  Everything around us started to turn red, and there were these huge machine things shooting things down from the sky (see?  War of the Worlds again!) and everybody’s dying, and Tom’s like, “We can’t go to Atlanta now.  We have to go [somewhere else].”  (I can’t remember where we had to go, but supposedly it was safe there.  I believed him.)

And then there was this British guy who gave me a hat.  And I gave him one, too.  His protected me from the huge machine things (which were probably alien)–I actually got hit by one and nothing happened.  This was foreshadowing, but I didn’t know it.

So we arrive wherever it is–but I think it took a long time, like it was all this huge quest, like Lord of the Rings or something.  And everybody’s freaking out, because we’re all convinced these huge…things…are going to destroy the world, right?  Then all the guys start laughing.  Laughing!  And it turns out the whole thing has been this huge, really well-planned prank on their girlfriends.  And then it turns out we’re on a movie set?  Like The Truman Show?  Nothing’s really real–nobody had died at all (and here I thought it was the magically-protective hat) and the walls all around us are playing scenes from old episodes of SNL, and there’s something really freaky with Tom Hanks playing this really creepy guy–I was actually creeped out–and I warned him he’d better never come near me if he was in that character, because it was too realistic and…creepy.  I think everybody else was having similar experiences with their guys, who are all, like, psycho.

Well, no, okay, they weren’t psycho, they were just having a good time enjoying the reactions to this ridiculously huge prank, and none of them could stop laughing.

Again, I know there was plenty more to it than that.

But the dream I had last night, I can remember that one best of all (perhaps because less time has passed).  Katie was a central character in this one, as were Ryan and his girlfriend Emily.  (That’s what Dennis said her name was.  Dennis informed me that she was insanely beautiful and can sing, and that it’s a good thing I’m planning to move to England.  *Le sigh.*)

So, Katie and I decide we have to find out exactly who this Emily is.  I guess by this point we’re both at UNF, and so we go looking on Facebook, and we find her, and there’s a link in her profile to this site she created all about her and Ryan.  It’s sickening.  It’s a bloody shrine.  There’s this huge picture of him in the top right corner, all surrounded by hearts, and there’s whatever date they got together (something really recent) and all this crap about how in love they are and how she’s never had anybody like this before who made her look at life the way she was now–you know.  Bullshit.  All trussed up with hearts and flowers.  Musical notes, too.  There’s all this information about Ryan, like, everything she knows about him, and at the bottom there’s a picture of the two of them, and some cheesy song is playing (I don’t remember what), and then there’s a list of their schedules, and all the classes they have together are highlighted.

This was some freaky shite.

Katie and I decide we’re going to sit in on one of these classes they have together (The Music of Physics? The Physics of Music? something like that).  Nobody will notice, we figure.  We take seats near the back.

Well, it wasn’t hard to miss her.  When we walked into the room, concealing our faces as well as possible, she was up at the front of the room, writing numbered sentences on the board.  It felt like a high school class somehow.  She’s writing, and she’s got this smug smile on her face, and you can tell she’s really bold and outgoing, and the stuff she’s writing is apparently really funny, but I can’t even tell what the hell it says (it looks like another language).  And all the guys want her, and even though I could only see the back of what I could only assume was his head, I knew he was sitting there smiling all content because he knew she was his and not all of these other guys’.

Somehow, it reminded me of Lily Potter.  In Slugworth’s class.  I should have looked around to see if Snape was in there.  The Lily Potter thing more than anything really made me think, “Damn it, I can never compete with this!”

Katie sat just behind me–this really huge, annoying girl I’ve never seen before was like, “KATIE!!  HEY, I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU IN FOREVER, LET ME SIT NEXT TO YOU AND BE YOUR FRIEND!!!!”  Katie gave me this look as that girl sat next to her, and I sat just in front of the two of them and we basically ignored that other girl.

So Emily sat down next to the back of Ryan’s head (I’m serious, that was all I could see through the entire thing, or somebody was always between us so I couldn’t see him), all triumphantly, and everybody’s laughing, and the teacher walks in, this heavyset guy with dark brown hair and a brown beard.  He used to be a football player.  Don’t ask how I know that.

You immediately think she must be the teacher’s pet, and he’s going to find numbers 1-6 and whatever the hell they said, written on his board up there, immensely funny, as the rest of the class obviously does.

He doesn’t.  His face goes taut, and he says in this ironic sort of voice, to all the rest of the class, “What I don’t understand is this.  Does she think I don’t already know these things?  I’m the professor.  I already know it all.”

The class goes silent.  (Katie and I look at each other, slouched down in our seats to be less noticeable, and grin wickedly.)  Nobody makes a sound, and then there’s this gasp, and we look over at her, and she’s burst into tears, and she runs out of the room.  But everybody still sits there all solemnly, and Ryan…doesn’t move.  He does nothing.  But still all I can see is the back of his head, so I don’t know if he’s sitting there fuming at the professor, if he thinks Emily had it coming, if he just doesn’t care, if he thinks it’s all as hysterical as Katie and I do…no idea.

Class proceeds, and for some reason we sit through it, and then Katie somehow knows exactly what’s going on, much to my annoyance, because I can’t figure out any of it, and the professor has left Emily’s “sentences” up on the board (they had punctuation; that’s the only reason I assume they were sentences–seriously, they looked like a combination of Gibberish and WingDings and Hieroglyphics and weird symbols from all sorts of other languages) just to make fun of them at random points through the rest of class.  And now everybody’s laughing with him.

I couldn’t figure out if Emily was used to being center of attention in this class and the professor had all of a sudden turned on her, or if he had just never liked her.  No idea.  But Katie and I started doing classwork for some reason.  We cheated using my calculator.  (“I’ve had physics before; I know what’s going on,” she said.)

And then we take our old Stalkers Anonymous group from high school on the road.  We decide to tail Emily.

She goes to this house.  It’s my old house in Virginia (but I think it’s only a few minutes away–like 25, maybe–in this dream).  The old neighbors were even still next door.  It was all dark, and everything had this weird bluish tint to it.  She didn’t see us watching her, but she went in, stayed for a few minutes, came back out, constantly looking over her shoulder.

Well, we decide to split up.  Brilliant, I know.  I go inside to look around, see what she was doing in there (we assume it’s her house), and Katie goes to follow her.

It wasn’t her house.  It was the professor’s.  There were pictures of him all over.  Apparently he’d been a federal agent or something before he was a professor.

He had this whole room–where the office used to be downstairs, actually–full of stuff about Emily, her record, all kinds of weird stuff.  Turned out she actually was psychotic.  She’d been a mental patient and had escaped, and was actually living now under a different name.  He’d been looking for her for a while.  And he didn’t like her one bit.  These are things I just knew.  There are photos of her, she looks damn ghostlike, and I’m extremely creeped out.  I decide to run for it.

But as I’m opening the front door, he’s opening it from the other side, and I let out this piercing scream and assume that he’s going to shoot me, because I knew he was undercover or something like that, and in the dream I assume he’s going to think I’m her.

So then he explains things to me.  Pretty much everything I just explained.  And I’m like, “Well, what about Ryan?”

“Oh, he’s a good guy–he doesn’t know anything about this side of her,” he said.

I thanked him for the information and said I’d been following her, and I had to go catch up with Katie now, so I ran off down the street, where it was still dark, towards the church.  That’s where it just stopped, I think.  My alarm woke me up.

I wonder if I would have ended up in the church and found that she was haunting the place.

There are these really annoying blonde girls sitting across from me here in the computer lab, doing their math homework, apparently.  So freaking annoying.  I walk in and they’re all giggly and, “Hehehe, I can’t do this!” and one of them suddenly goes, “Oh, now I get it!  Two goes into six three times!”

Procrastinating

We were just reading people’s works aloud in class today and pointing out ways to improve them, what we liked about them, etc….  Then we ran out of time, and The Third Wilson Brother was handing them all back to us, and suddenly he looked at me and said, “Oh, Ginny!  I wanted to read one of yours,” so he put the Monica perspective up there and said, with this big enthusiastic smile, “This is a story.  I’m eager to know how this turns out.”

Like I said, of course the entire class knows that it’s completely true, and everybody’s pretty eager to know what’s going to happen.  So The Third Wilson Brother’s reading this, and then he interrupts himself and says, a delighted grin on his face, “I love what these two girls did to this guy,” and I laughed, and he said, “Is he still calling?”

I explained that the last time he’d called was Sunday, and expressed my hope that that meant it was over.

The Third Wilson Brother considers me for a moment, amused, and says, “You know what’ll be freaky, is when he shows up here on campus, right outside this classroom.”

Well, for one thing, even though the guy isn’t going to school this semester, for some reason he’s been showing up on campus just about every other day—Kristen keeps calling me and saying, “Mark stopped by my class today!”  What the hell?  Who does that?

So I just said, “Oh, Goooooddd….”

The Third Wilson Brother (I really need a better nickname) said, “Don’t worry, Ginny…we will all beat him up for you.”

I was instantly reminded of that movie I watched last week, The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer, and how at random moments, when Shirley Temple gazed at Cary Grant, there was a white light shining over him and he was wearing a suit of armor.

Work’s not so bad; I just miss having two days off per week.  I feel like all of my time (when I’m not procrastinating by updating this thing) is spent with homework.  Not that most of it isn’t enjoyable or at least easy…just that I don’t have a life anymore, and it bothers me.  Last year, when I didn’t have to work Friday, I was very well disciplined; Friday was my homework day, and it was all I did all day long; and then I could spend Saturday chilling in whatever way I desired.  Now when getting up in the morning, after getting a shower, I do homework; I go to school; I come home and do homework; I go to work; I come home and do homework; I sleep.  The weekend is spent entirely in homework (because the weekend consists of Saturday and nothing more).

But while I still miss Tinny, of course, I do now at least get along quite well with the other three servers.  Even the one who seemed evil at first—I think she was just shy.  We have more in common than I would have assumed.  She’s a Potterhead.  Among other things.  And Adrianna actually knows who Danny Elfman is.  And Sandra…oh, here’s an interesting story….

Tonight I passed Sandra something—a bucket of soapy water, I think, and she said, “Thanks…uh…Ginny,” and I assumed she was just distracted, but then she said, “You know, you really remind me of this woman I used to work with.  You look just like her!  Just exactly like her; she could have been your mom.  So now I always want to call you Leslie.”

I’m like, “HUH!?”  Haha.

Not my mom, though.  Somebody who worked with Sandra at Blue Cross twenty years ago.  WEIRD!

Of course, I’m used to being called Leslie by people who know my mom; I’ve gotten that my entire life.

Oddly, though, I can also remember being called Leslie by a few people I know never met her; I remember asking her if she knew these people, and she didn’t.

Maybe there’s this random Leslie floating around out there who looks exactly like me and is bumping into people who will one day know me so that they’ll get me confused with her.

Er…something like that.

Oh, remember that other evil girl, in The Third Wilson Brother’s class?  She sits by herself, against the wall, and is quiet?  I decided to attempt to befriend her.

So when I was walking out of the class, I ended up not having to—she actually approached me and said, “Hey, nice bag.”

We have the same bag, which I had actually noticed on the first day—she just has the backpack style, rather than the over-the-shoulder.

So then we just started discussing random things, and she seems like quite a nice person, really, and she smiled.

I had a really freaky dream yesterday morning; all these people kept coming up to me and repeating the words, “We have no homework.”  I must have heard it at least thirty times in a row.  I’m serious, this was weird.  I think I may have been chanting it in my sleep, too, because I finally woke up when a Hispanic person came up to me and said, “No tengamos—” and I woke up saying the word, “tengamos”.

It was so weird, though; I think it took places in other locations than just the café, but all these people were coming through my line and saying those words—all these sorority/frat kids, and they’re creepy enough as it is.  Weird, I tell you.

I have to do my homework now.

Just Dream Stuff

I dreamed about Chrissy and Tyler last night.  (And no, as both Tyler and Dennis wanted to know, there was no orgy involved.)

I was an international criminal, about to engage in my first ever flight on a commercial airline with an alias.  (So apparently I was relatively new to the business.)

I ended up on the plane seated next to Chrissy and Tyler, whom I had apparently not seen in years.  But they weren’t going by their names, either.  They, too, coincidentally, were internationally-hunted fugitives.  We played a game of cards as we waited for the plane to land.

It does, and then there is some sort of…problem…and everyone is asked to remain in their seats a bit longer.  Of course, I’m convinced we’ve been discovered somehow, but they’re still all relaxed, and it turns out that it’s just a luggage mishap; someone’s suitcase has come open or something of that nature.

So there’s a montage scene (it was actually a montage, yes) of us just going from plane to plane, country to country (I know it all comes from Catch Me If You Can, because I read that like three weeks ago), and there was probably music with it, and when the song (whatever it was) ended, we were running.  Just running, very hard, and presumably from somebody, because then Psychobrat showed up, and I just kept trying to shake her off, despite the fact that I apparently had not seen her in years, either.

So Psychobrat is all, “What are you guys doing?  Why are you running?” and I’m trying to fend her off, wave her away.

“It’s this new thing,” I said.  “See how many countries you can get to in a certain amount of time!  We’re in a hurry, can I just talk to you later?”

But she insists on coming along.  She thinks it sounds cool.  So all four of us are running, and we get our plane tickets, and then she starts getting all suspicious about what we’re really up to….

Well, being in a hurry, we think, fine, whatever, let her come with us.  So we all get on the plane, and it lands in whatever country, and she’s being her obnoxious self, and we’re all like, “Hey…why don’t you just…sit there for a bit…and we’ll be right back.”

We all got up and ran, and left her to take an unknowing dive for us.

The next thing I know, we’re in a spaceship, with a couple Brits and a little robot dude, and we’re playing cards again, and we’re basically having a repeat of all the airplanes, except…in space…and then there was this transmission over our radio…and now every planet was looking for us, too.

I think we got caught as it ended…I’m not sure…. I’ll leave that open for you to decide.

While telling Dennis about all this, he said, “Dude…I swear your stories come to you in visions.  I’m going to start calling you Joan of Arc!”

I told Tyler, “If I actually wrote something based off of this, I would have my character always in gloves.”  This is an inside joke among us cafeteria workers—I am always in gloves.  So this is naturally very funny to us.

Tyler grinned and said, “Just to add that much more secrecy, that much more mystery and intrigue?”

“Exactly,” I said, grinning back.

Chrissy suggested I always have dainty, elbow-length gloves and a cigarette-holder (even if it never had a cigarette in it) because you have to with those sorts of gloves.

Red Lobster, a Brother Remark, and a Milo Dream

Hung out with Lisa, Monica, and Gary last night, as a going-away dinner (sort of—only Gary really ate dinner) for Monica.  I had a really good time; I always do when I’m with them, we just rarely ever see each other.  So we chilled at Red Lobster and then went to walk around Walmart and had a lot of fun.

The rest of this is mostly going to be old stuff because I’ve been slacking on the updates.

First of all, I wanted to make note of something that Brother said the other day, because it was just…well, you’ll see.

He had a couple of friends over, and they were all doing that trick where you flick the card off your finger without moving the coin, and I finally said, “Okay, let me try it.”  I figured there was no way I was going to get it, and I was right, I didn’t, but what was cool was when Brother said, “Yeah, let Ginny try it; Ginny can do anything.”

Now contrast that with what Psychobrat used to tell me every single day behind closed doors:  that I was worthless, stupid, ugly, boring, that she couldn’t believe I had any friends at all, that the friends I had talked about me behind my back, that it made perfect sense to her why I had never had a boyfriend, and that I never would, and she didn’t understand my purpose in being.

“Ginny can do anything.”  No wonder Brother and I get along so much better.

I had a yet another dream about Milo.  I had gone to work as a journalist in this building that very much resembled a grocery store—one that I had seen in my dreams before.  There were even people walking in and out of it, like a woman holding a little girl by the hands.  People coming out with shopping carts.  But I don’t think it really looked like a grocery store inside; and besides that, everything was really dark, like the whole dream took place in the middle of the night.

Anyway, so I arrive to work at this place, as a replacement for Milo, it turns out.  (Not sure if I knew him in the dream or not.)  Milo was, tragically, dead, but probably by suicide.  Anyway, nobody was investigating it, which surprised me, because I thought it was all really mysterious, and I was convinced he had been murdered.  I decided to hunt down his murderer.  Everybody thought I was crazy, because he’d died the year before, it was all over, it had been handled.  But I didn’t care.

So then I get a note.  A clue, it seems, actually, left on my desk.  It’s to me specifically, and it’s a clue to find out just what happened to Milo.  (Don’t ask, I have no idea what it said.)  And I follow it, of course, and then I’m just finding more of these all over…and then it turns out that the clues have all been left by Milo–like, ahead of time, I guess.  Creepy.

Well in the end, I follow the clues all the way to another country (maybe several, but I definitely end up on the other side of an ocean), where I find…Milo.  Alive.  Turned out he’d set up the whole thing to find me—or, have me find him, rather.

It made so much more sense while I was sleeping, because then I had far more details.